Super Special Forces King

Chapter 84

"Just you guys, dare to clamor about what you are from the Southwestern Four?"

Zhang Feng leaned his neck and looked around, cursing with the tip of the knife in his hand pointing to everyone's nose.

"Brothers, he is already at the end of the crossbow, come on! Kill him!" a man said coldly, swinging a metal baseball bat and smashing towards Zhang Feng.

Seeing that he moved, the others followed suit and rushed towards Zhang Feng.

He moved, and Zhang Feng moved too. Instead of retreating, he moved in. The machete blocked the baseball bat that came over and kicked it out suddenly.

The man on the opposite side also kicked out.

It fell on the opponent's abdomen almost at the same time, Zhang Feng roared, and did not take a step back, but the man was kicked away by Zhang Feng with all his strength, and hit the two people behind to stop him.

Zhang Feng was also in pain, but he knew that he could not retreat, because there was no retreat, and only by constantly moving forward could there be a chance!

Another guy who rushed over, brandished a bayonet and pierced towards Zhang Feng.

It was too late to dodge, Zhang Feng could only reach out his hand and grip the sharp bayonet fiercely.

The bow tied on the palm was severed, and the sharp blade cut deep blood holes in Zhang Feng's palm, dripping blood down.

However, Zhang Feng seemed to have no pain, waving the machete in his hand and slamming it on the opposite man's forehead.

The man seemed to have seen the end of his head being opened, his eyes were full of fear.

The moment the blade fell on his head, Zhang Feng turned his wrist and the back of the blade slapped his forehead fiercely!

boom.

The man suddenly passed out, with a scarlet mark in the middle of his head, which swelled up in a flash. If what fell on his head was not the back of the blade, but the blade, then he would not end in a coma, but was killed on the spot.

Release the palm, the blood-stained dagger fell to the floor.

The bright red blood fell on the ground drop by drop along Zhang Feng's finger, startling blood spots.

"Come! Aren't you really awesome? Come! Why are you so embarrassed? Don't you want to kill me? Come!" Zhang Feng was gloomy looking at the men in front of him carrying weapons but not daring to move forward. Screaming.

The pain made his expression twitching, but his expression became more hideous. The blood loss made his lips pale, but he was covered by the blood on his cheeks.

"Pooh."

The **** spit hit the ground, and Zhang Feng showed an ugly sneer, "Don't say I didn't give you a chance to kill me, you and them are useless! Hahaha, useless!"

Turned around and staggered towards the entrance of the hotel. The men behind looked at each other, but no one dared to step forward.

...

At the entrance of the stairs, a shadow looked at the back who was swaying and weakly walking towards the door, and her mouth was tightly closed, tears flickering in her eyes.

"Tingting, why do you think of calling your Uncle Wang today? What's the matter?" The phone in his hand was connected, and a deep middle-aged man's voice came.

Hu Xinting woke up like a dream, put the phone to her ear, and whispered softly: "Uncle Wang, I have nothing to do, just miss you and aunt."

"Hahaha, by the way, Tingting, Paiguo will come back from vacation next week, and I will let him pick you up to play."

"Okay, Uncle Wang!"

Hu Xinting hung up the phone in a hurry, walked downstairs quickly, and ran towards Zhang Feng's back.

Zhang Feng felt the heaviness of his eyelids, and the sight in front of him became more and more blurred, his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he had to exhaust his whole body every step he took.

Just when his body was tilted to the outside, a delicate arm stopped his waist.

Turning her head and looking around, she saw Hu Xinting gritting her teeth and supporting her body that was about to fall.

"You can't fall down now!"

Zhang Feng showed a sorrowful smile. He knew that he could not fall. As long as he fell, the man behind would definitely rush over and chop himself into mud.

"Ahem. You shouldn't have come here!"

Hu Xinting did not answer, but used all her body strength to support Zhang Feng's body and walked towards the gate.

Walking to the door, Zhang Feng exhausted the last bit of his body's strength and picked up the machete and slashed it on the chains.

boom. The chain broke.

Looking at Xue Biao standing opposite him at the door, Zhang Feng gently pushed Hu Xinting away, who was supporting his body, and walked towards him.

Each step left a **** footprint on the ground.

"Congratulations, join the North Gate, and I will protect you from being up and down!" Xue Biao raised his love for talent, and said that he must practice to recruit Zhang Feng.

Although most of the Southwestern Four's industries have been washed white, his background in the dark has made him have too many enemies and opponents. If one day, there is no strong force in his hand, I am afraid that the next day will be a corpse wilderness!

A sorrowful smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Feng's mouth, and he walked towards him step by step.

Just five meters away from him, his shaky body suddenly exploded at a terrifying speed, and he rushed towards Xue Biao, with the tip of the knife pointed at his throat.

Xue Biao put on a defensive posture, but he had no worries in his heart, and the end of the force would not pose a threat to him.

Seeing the two people colliding together, the tragic smile at the corner of Zhang Feng's mouth turned into a mockery, and the machete in his hand went straight to Xue Biao!

Seeing his sneer with a successful conspiracy, Xue Biao said in his heart: No!

He flashed sideways by the machete flying over, and then saw that Zhang Feng had changed direction and ran towards his younger sister Yun Xinqian.

"Dare you!" Xue Biao roared, starving!

Yun Xinqian didn't have any chance to resist, so Zhang Feng stopped her body from behind.

His lips moved slightly, spit out the blade that had been stained red with blood, and **** landed on Yun Xinqian's jade neck.

"What do you think I dare not? Why do you, the boss of the dignified north gate, have to feel sorry for me, a nameless guy like me?"

"Yes, I ran into your sister on the plane, but why she knows better than me."

The corners of Xue Biao's mouth twitched twice, and he said coldly: "I said that as long as you can get out of the hotel, you will forget your past events and will give you a chance to rise to the top!"

"Don't say things like pity, charity! A stick and a sweet jujube will work for some soft-bone guys, but it's useless for me..."

Zhang Feng laughed and dropped the blood-stained palm on Yun Xinqian's delicate and delicate face, and said with a sigh: "What a good beauty, it's a pity that she will die like this!"

"What are you going to do?" Xue Biao muttered, his aftermath fell on Hu Xinting's body.

"I advise you not to move her, or if I move gently, the blade will pierce your sister's trachea, and even the gods will not be able to save her!" His little movements did not escape Zhang Feng's eyes. He said coldly: "Actually, I don't want to be so? I just want you to taste the feeling of being persecuted, isn't it particularly memorable? Hahaha"